Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 16:28:55 -0800 From: Justyn Subject: Reese and Me 15 - Party Reese and Me 15 - Party March 15, 2001 Written by Jamie McHale Disclaimer and Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual nature. Note - This story is the property of the writer. Any copying in part or in whole of this document is prohibited. This story is completely fictional and does not involve any real people. EMAIL me if you have any comments. mchalejamie@hotmail.com ____________________________________________________________________________ Reese and Me 15 - Party The party was just starting to heat up when midnight rolled around. Reese had disappeared on me hours earlier, and I hadn't seen him since. But that was okay, however, because I was too busy drinking my face off. "Suck that shit back!" cried Martin, egging me on. As if I hadn't had enough alcohol to get a good buzz on, I was still downing shot after shot of vodka. "Fuck!" I cried over the loud music, "You suck a couple back, Martin! Haven't seen you drinking any for a while." Martin, without hesitation, went for the bottle of vodka. He put the Smirnoff to his lips and downed enough of the stuff to kill a small animal. "There, prep-boy!" he screamed afterward, "Happy now?!" "Yip," I answered, my head spinning, "Good job, bud." I sucked back one more shot of the liquer, and then decided all of a sudden, that I'd had enough. After a short struggle, I managed to get myself out of the room, which was the house's small den. Finding myself in a crowded hallway, I made my way toward what I could see was the front sitting room. This room was packed with people. Some of these people, I knew from school, and others I didn't. I didn't much care to talk to anyone, however. I was just looking my man. After I'd ascertained that Reese was not present in the sitting room, I staggered back into the hallway for the kitchen. Having made it though the sliding french doors, I had a look around. There were a few people in there. I had to blink a couple of times to clearly see Chase standing by the open padio doors. As soon as we spotted each other, he began toward me. At that point, I had to lean against the wall in order to stay up. "Jake, wasup?!" Chase exclaimed, walking up to me. He was obviously sober. I took in a deep breath, "Hi, Chase." "You're drunk, aren't you?" he asked immediately. I may have been severely impaired at the time, but he looked damn good. He was wearing a dark green sweater with big baggy black jeans. His hair was placed just perfectly. "Yes, I think I am," I replied, quite matter-of-factly. I laughed, "Why are you here?" "Because it's a party," he explained to me, smiling. At that point, I'm sure he knew that it probably wouldn't serve any purpose talking to me, but he stayed. He was a good friend. "You're not drinking t'night?!" I demanded, almost dropping to the floor. I had the head spins something wild. I wasn't yet feeling sick, however. "A little," Chase answered, "But I have my Mom's car, so I don't wanna over-do it." "Oh, cool." "You don't have a vehicle with you, do you?" he asked, becoming serious. "No, of course not!" I replied, staggering toward the fridge. I opened it and had a gander at its contents. Nothing too important. Just then, I realized that I wasn't even hungry, so I closed the fridge and turned back to Chase. "You're fucking blasted!" he remarked. I laughed again, "Yeah, I know. I dunno how the fuck I'm gettin' home!" "Just sleep it off here if you have to. I'm sure you won't be the only one. Or I could drive you home right now" Chase suggested. He leaned in a little closer. "If you're planning on staying for a bit, I can stay with you, if you want. Make sure that nothin' happens to you." Even though my mind was a blur, I know that his offer tempted me. I couldn't believe that after all the shit I'd put him through, he was still willing to go out with me. I suspected that he might be in love with me. If I wasn't committed to Reese, I would have jumped at the chance to have Chase. He was everything I could want in a guy. But then, so was Reese. Just in a different way. "I don't know, Chase," I said to him, trying to be pleasant. "Reese is around here somewhere." "Oh," Chase replied, "Okay, but just remember that my offer stands." He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I hoped to God that no one had seen it, and as it turns out, no one had. I guess that he figured he could get away with it because I was drunk. But, I was still a little uncomfortable about it. Before I realized what had happened, Chase was gone, having disappeared out onto the padio. I again decided I should look for Reese. Sighing out loud, I stepped back into the corridor. Making my way past couples engaged in kissing and other activities, I reached another room. It appeared to be a bedroom, but it was filled with people. After a quick visual scan, if such a thing is even possible when you're as drunk as I was, I'd pretty much determined that Reese was not in the bedroom. So, I walked to the next room, which was a second bedroom. Surprisingly, there was no one present there at all. I sighed again, turning away from the open doorway. But, as I was turning, my knee came into contact with a small table against the wall. A glass vase was knocked off of this table and broke at my feet on the hard floor. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. I looked around to see if anyone had witnessed my little accident. There was no one in the vicinity, so I resumed my search for Reese. Next, I headed up the staircase for the second floor. The hallway there was littered with older guys doing drugs. I knew that if I didn't watch my step, I'd likely get my ass kicked by one of them. I cautiously made my way down the long hall, glancing into all the rooms to see if Reese was around. However, after checking every room, I still hadn't found him. I'd almost given up as I entered a large bathroom near the end of the hallway. I closed the door behind me and stepped up to the toilette. I had to piss badly. Holding myself up with one hand, I used the other to un-do my pants and slip my cock out. It was right at that moment that a super wave of head-spins hit me in full force. I almost fell over, but managed to hold my ground and finish my job. "Fuck," I said to myself, washing my hands. I looked up into the mirror. My hair was still okay, but I looked different for some reason. "Probably just 'cause you're drunk," I told myself. The next place I looked was the basement. This area was occupied by various groups of teenagers engaged in the consumption of alcohol, and the use of drugs (in some cases.) At first I didn't see Reese, however, someone else saw me. After being tapped on the shoulder, I whipped around to find myself staring into Meghan's face. "Hi Jake!" she exclaimed, having to scream over the blarring stereo in the nearby rec room. "Hey Meghan!" I cried back at her. I was glad to see her, but was still looking for Reese. "What's up?!" she asked pleasantly, "You drinking tonight?!" "No," I answered, making it apparent that I was lying. "Of course not! I don't drink, you should know that Meg!" "Haha, very funny," she replied, putting her hand on my shoulder. At first, I thought that she might be trying to flirt with me, but as it turns out, she was just guiding me into another room. This room, a small den off the the left of the rec room, was where I spotted someone that I didn't need to see. If I never saw this person again, I would die a happy person. "He's been here for about two hours now," Meg said in my ear. Lucky for us, Alexander didn't see us in the doorway, watching him. I knew that I was in no condition to fight. I'd had way too much to drink. "I saw him talking to Reese a few minutes ago," Meg went on, "Then, Reese took off looking for you." Shit, I thought. What did he say to him?! What was he trying to do?! Was this a new sceme of his, conconcted to try to divide Reese and I once again?! If it was, I swore right then and there that I would kill him. "Where'd Reese go?!" I demanded of Meg. She shook her head, "I dunno. He just went to look for you." "K," was my plain response. Meghan had been extremely helpful to me, letting me in on what had been happening, however I had a mission. A mission to find my man and get the hell outta there. And, I needed to find out what had transpired between him and Alex. If before I was only curious as to where Reese had disappeared to, now I was pissed. Pissed that I'd practically searched the entire home, and I still hadn't come any closer to finding him. I'd made it back upstairs into the front sitting room. I checked around there again, only to find that Reese still wasn't there. Afterwhich, I stepped into the kitchen. It was practically deserted. I sighed again, and turned back to the hallway, when I came face to face with my nemesis. He'd followed me up from the basement. I sucked in a deep breath before opening my mouth to speak, but I still wasn't sure what to say to him. My mind was a mess of confusion, and anger since I'd laid eyes on him. "Hiya Jakey boy!" Alex cried, walking right up to me. It was at that point that I noticed he had several other guys with him. Guys who didn't look too happy. Fuck, more bodyguards! I thought. "Hey," I replied dryly. I feared that if I said something that he didn't like, I get my ass kicked by his little crew. "What's up these days?!" he asked, grinning at me. He was holding all the cards. Once again, I had to play along with his little games. "Not much," I told him, "Same shit." "Good," Alex said, "Well we're just on our way out, and a few of my buddies here were wondering if you could supply the blowjobs at my place. We're all getting together there." I was so enraged that he would even ask me something like that. "You fucken ass hole," I let slip out, "Why don't you do that for them, Alex?! You seem to know a lot about suckin' cock!" Suddenly I felt a blow to my gut. A hard blow. I was doubled over when a foot knocked me right onto the floor. Laying there on my side, I debated wether or not I should get back up and try to fight. But I decided that it would be no use, and I'd just make things worse for myself. I heard the gang of guys talking something over before Alex finally knelt down beside me. "Next time, Jake," he whispered, "Next time, and I'll kill you. Along with you little boyfriend, Reese!" There was so much rage and animosity in his voice, that I knew he meant every word. But, I also knew that he'd be needing his little gang of buddies to help him. That was okay, I intended to be ready. After the hit to the stomach, I felt the need to get myself to the nearest bathroom. There was one adjacent to the sitting room. Happy to see that it was vacant, I closed the door behind me and moved for the toilette. I was down on my knees in front of it, praying to God that I wouldn't have to throw up. It sure felt like it though, and a couple of minutes later, I released the contents of my stomach in several major contractions. After it was over, I made my way over to the sink to rince my mouth out and wash my hands. I was still breathing heavily when the bathroom door suddenly opened. And who comes in - Reese. "My man!" I cried, exstatic. I turned to him, immediately taking him into my arms. "Hey," Reese said, "I've been looking all over for you," he explained, hugging me. "Me too," I replied, "I couldn't find you though." After I'd thrown up, I felt a little better. Things suddenly didn't seem so hazzy. "I saw Alex," Reese told me, pulling out of the hug. "He started talking to me downstairs." "I know. What'd he say to you?" I touched the side of his face with my fingers. He was so cute. I wanted to have him right there and then. "What do you mean, you know?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. "I talked to Meghan downstairs. Now, what'd he say?" I explained, stepping even closer to him. He obviously wasn't nearly as drunk as I was, but I could tell that he was still in the mood to get it on. "He just started talking about you, sayin' that you were calling him up and shit," Reese began, rubbing the front of my shirt. "I knew he was lying anyway." "Yup . . . " I slowly got down on my knees in front of him. I suddenly had the urge to suck him off. Running his fingers through my hair as I rubbed the growing bulge in his khaki cargo pants, Reese let out a groan. "Did you have the pleasure of seeing him tonight?" he asked with a faint voice. "Yeah," I answered. "I think he punched me in the gut." Reese suddenly ended all contact with me. And I was just about to unzip him! "He did what?! When?! Where?! That son of a bitch!" I went for his dick again, "In the kitchen, like two seconds ago. I'm okay though." He allowed me access to his genitals, once again. "I'm gonna kick the fuck outta him the next time I see him! If I ever see him without all his friends!" Reese was mad, however he did gradually resume running his fingers through my hair. After unzipping him, I spent some time beating his cock through his boxers. Afterwhich, I pulled out all eight inches of it and began sucking him off. Reese was finally silent as I blew him. The only sound I heard from him was his breathing. He was really enjoying it, but so was I. At first, I wasn't certain what had gotten into me. But, I soon realized that it was the atmosphere of the party, with the drinking, and the people making out everywhere. My inspiration for our current actions wasn't really all that important, however, because it wouldn't last very long. Bang, bang, bang! Someone was knocking on the locked bathroom door, hard. "Shit!" uttured Reese, backing away from me. He immediately concealed his erect cock in his pants, and turned to open the door. "Ready, Jake?" he asked, glancing back at me. I'd stood up, "Yep, go ahead." I was a little pissed that someone had to come along and interrupt us, but it wasn't as though it happened very often. Slowly, Reese unlocked and opened the door. As it turns out, it was just a couple of guys who needed to use the toilette. As they pushed their way in, they didn't even bother to ask us why we were in there together. I smiled at Reese as the two guys both got around the toilette to do their business at the same time. He grinned back and we made our way out of the bathroom and into the hallway. "Maybe they're gonna have a sword fight," Reese remarked, laughing as he walked past the sitting room I laughed a little, then turned to my man, "You wanna leave now?" "Sure," he replied without apprehension. "Calling a cab?" He was so sober, and I was so drunk. I almost wished that I hadn't had so much to drink. "Naw, let's just walk, it's not far anyway." "K," Reese agreed. And with that, we collected our shoes and stepped out of the house. I estimated that the walk home would take no more than ten minutes. But these would be minutes that Reese and I could use to talk. "Reese?" I said, walking close to him on the deserted sidewalk. "Yeah?" he replied, smiling at me. "What happened to us before?" I wouldn't have asked that question had I been sober. He and I had decided to leave our problems where they belonged, in the past. "I dunno . . . We just faught a lot," Reese tried to explain. He was never too good with words. "It's cool now that we don't fight, huh?" "Yeah," Reese answered, smiling again. I was drunk as shit and he knew it! "Sorry for bringing it up," I said, touching his shoulder. "It's ok, Jake," he told me, "We're happy now." It felt so good to hear that. "You're sleeping at my house." "Am I?" he asked, surprised that what I'd said had come out more as an order than a request. "Yup! 'Cause I wanna have some sex!" I seemed only to be getting drunker at that point. Reese nervously looked around, making sure no one had heard me. "Jake, lower your voice, bud." "Relax," I told him, cracking a smile, "There's no one around." Right then, a black SUV with all the windows down drove by. The music was blarring, however I made out a clear voice say, "Hey hot guys!" Reese and I both stopped in our tracks to examine the passing vehicle, however neither of us knew who it was. After a couple moments of silence, we just shrugged and continued walking. Reese laughed, "Damn!" he cried, "I must be right hot!" I remember thinking, "You conceited bastard," but I decided to play along. "What do you mean?" I said, "They were talking to me!" We both got a little laugh out of that, and soon arrived at my house. Reese knew he was in for it as we entered my basement rec room. I intended to suck him dry. "You going anywhere tomorrow night?" he asked, taking off his shirt. Like I said, he knew that he was in for it. "No," I replied, "Nothing planned." I took off all my clothes except for my boxers and began to pull out the hide-a-bed. "Wanna come with me to Sherri Ferro's?" he asked, climbing into the bed. "Sherri Ferro? Who the fuck is that?" I demanded, hesitating to get into bed with him. "She's in my history class," he explained, "She was at the party. She invited me to her house tomorrow night. Guess she's having a party." None of this seemed important to Reese. He just figured we'd go to this chick's party and nothing would happen. I knew very well that this girl probably had the hots for him. And she'd be trying something with him if we attended her party. "Reese," I began, standing there in front of the bed. Reese was already lightly beating his cock, getting it hard. "You want to go to this chick's house?" "Yeah," he said in response. "Why not?" "Because she's gonna make a move on you that's why." "Oh, gimme a break. She's inviting everyone." I was getting pissed. Not so much because he intended to go to this party, but because he didn't seem to understand why something like this would worry me. For the moment, however, I decided just to drop it. We'd talk about it in the morning or something. "Whatever," I said, getting into bed with him, finally. As soon as I settled in next to Reese, he pulled back the covers revealing his erect penis. I looked at it, then up at him. He grinned. I fake smiled back at him, and took his dick in my hand. "Don't think because I'm drunk that it's gonna be you on the receiving end all night." Reese didn't bother to answer me. Immediately after I was done my sentence, he went into action, jumping on top of me. We locked into a passionate embrace. He proceeded to work at my dick through my boxers. Breathing hard, I rubbed his tight little ass with both hands. He went down to my neck, kissing and biting me. I moaned slightly, "My man!" I cried. "You bet your ass I'm your man!" he cried back. And after hearing that, any worries about him ending up fooling around with some chick were extinguished. He was a loyal boyfriend. He'd never cheated, even after what I'd done to him. God, I loved him. The next hour was spent making love. At the end, I was doubled over, hanging onto the end of the couch as Reese pounded me doggy style. His sweet moans registered in my ears after the first ten minutes. I was loving it just as much as he was, though. As his climax approached, he thrusted harder and farther into me. I smiled, as he gripped my legs from behind, fucking me good. Then, as my sweat poured down onto the sheets below us, Reese gave a slight cry, signalling that he was ready to spray. He took it out of me, and jerked his eight inches twice, initiating the orgasm. Pointing away from the bed, he blew it onto the floor, with one thundering shot after another. Panting, Reese dropped back onto the bed, going for his boxers. After slipping them back on, we climbed back into the covers together. The sex had been good, which meant that Reese would be in extasy for at least the next five minutes. I held him close, and we fell asleep together not long afterward. Keep those comments coming, at mchalejamie@hotmail.com!